Clande’s diaries

By Renee Kamau

Last week I ended up on a date with Mr Out-of-Bounds who turned out to be married or separated as he claimed to be. Whatever the case he was taken. At this point that fact didn’t bother me too much because this was my way of having a responsible male figure in my life.

Soon all my evenings were spent hanging out at trendy up- market restaurants in the company of Mr Out-of-Bounds.

Despite the age difference he was totally switched on. He listened to recent music, followed fashion, was gadget freak just like me and was on Facebook. We would spend the whole day online chatting. Time flies so quickly when you are having fun. Mr Out-of-Bounds and I had been masquerading for about six months.

By now everyone knew we were dating, as I would be seen regularly driving one of his flashy sports cars. My life seemed perfect. I was definitely cut out for life on the fast lane. It’s silly how women think they can hook up with a guy for so long and not get attached to him. The perks that I got to enjoy entertained me for a while but eventually reality begun to sink in.

At the end of the day after all the partying, hanging out at the trendy clubs I went home alone. I spent every Sunday alone, miserable and Christmas was near, heaven forbid I spend it alone, or with those other stuck up socialites I had begun to hang out with. To make matters worse I think I was falling in love with him. Like every nutcase my time to crack came. We were hanging out loosely at art cafÈ one afternoon when some lady came to join us at our table. I looked up at Mr Out-of-Bounds, giving him that look of who on earth is this.

"Is this what you left me for?" To cut a long story short the drama queen turned out to be his X girlfriend. Insecurities of being a clande got the better of me and that’s when I realised one of the ladies in his life has to go.

I wasn’t planning on going down without a fight.